Trial by Jury of Her Peers (or oglers)

When I,dear friend, first became a slut I started withso much passion But unlike the whores who lewdly strut My clothing was well out of fashion. I’d bras and thongs and minis very short, Tube tops that displayed my boobies, Intimate teddies in which to cavort: Such gear often worn by newbies. Chorus . She’d…

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Queen Gamer’s Song ( I can’t think why!)

If you pay close attention, and I’m very sure you do, You’ll discover I am no one you can easily pooh-pooh. My body’s very finely tuned as is my intellect. If I’ve any faults at all, they’re too small to detect.My beauty and my genius are so obvious to see, I feel obliged to hide behind…

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My Sniveling Toads, Good Morning

BITCH I am a Mistress as I said before TOADIES And you treat us as you should BITCH You’re sniveling little chapsWhose bums need many slaps With a paddle made of wood. TOADIES We’re sniveling little chapsWhose bums need many slaps With a paddle made of wood. BITCH As Dominatrix I’ve no peerI own lots…

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For she is a pure cum slut

Despite all of the evidence Like cream inside her underpants She remains technically pure She remains technically pure Of the sex act she is wary Though she’d long since lost her cherry And she does experiment. Yes, she does experiment. She may put naughty stuff up her twat Massive, phallic and often very hot. But…

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